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I miss you more than words can express,
but I must try anyway.
The issue, the core of this whole mess:
I'm dust since you went away.
.
I think of you ten times a day,
tormented by memories:
a wink, a joke you would say -
lost in my reveries.
.
And I only really smile
when I replay our greatest hits;
It's been lonely for a while,
Gone astray, falling to bits.
.
I pray, I do, though I'm not sure
if I deserve to have you back,
or if oblivion could even cure
this tattered soul, this crystal crack.
.
Fare thee well, my shooting star,
wherever you might land;
For I have fell from you too far,
forever changed by your hand.
.
10.3.2024.
(for G.)
rk 4d
i once thought soulmates
were the missing piece
the perfect fit
the calm after the storm
but then i met you
and everything that i am
everything that i fear
was mirrored back to me
and my soul sighed
at the feeling
of finally being seen
our eyes met
twin blues colliding
and i knew
it would always be you.
- you are the eye of every storm.
i love
    you

        and thats the reason
  
   i
      cant
          listen to any of my
            favorite songs anymore
I’m a broken poet
Who longs to write
About sadness
love
heartbreak
Although, I haven’t experienced either

I’m a broken poet
For, I have so much
Left to say
Yet, I search for words
Every single day

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not spill
On these empty sheets

I’m a broken poet
For, the words
That I write
Do not reach
People’s hearts
They get lost
In the depths
Of this crowded world

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not carry the pain
And suffering that
Other’s have felt

I’m a broken poet
For my words
Do not feel
Like a warm hug
From your favorite person
On a cold day

I’m a broken poet
For my words cannot console
A broken soul
To not give up
And sail through life

I’m a broken poet or
I’m not;
Maybe,
I’m just a broken person
With words left to say
But no one to hear them
-RB©
rk Mar 11
our destruction
was a mutual hunger
it's own kind
of yearning

when i say love
it's walking on hot coals
all flames and crimson hair
bloodied feet
sticky and red
all the while knowing
i would do it again
to hear how my name
danced between your teeth

together
we were a wildfire
our love
unlike any other
your lips on mine
fingers tracing
souls claiming
making my heart stand up
and sing.
Lucid Mar 8
time doesn’t pass in the blink of an eye
it passes in the length of a breath
a year trudges on like a deep inhale, slow and satisfying at first
but before you know it, a new year comes and you’re forced to exhale so quickly that you’re left gasping and wanting more
Jim Marchel Mar 8
On an autumn walk at the ides of day
I saw birds of a feather fly together away.
As they flew over flames
In an ides-of-day way
They got caught in the weather
And so forever became
The tall twisted tale
That we hear of so much:
Two birds with one hailstone,
Death from maelstrom above.
Birds of a feather, flock together.
Kate Millar Mar 7
A dress draped around her carefree
No painted doll face
Crazy hair frames her soft innocent eyes
Imperfectly perfect
She loves her inner beauty
Her sense of self
Creative, quirky , funny
She knows what she is capable of
A voice so paper thin
But loud enough to sing
Her skin is delicate
Green eyes
Freckles
Though she cannot see
As she lost her sight
When she met him
Love is blind
HIM
It has been more than a year
I have written nothing
writer’s block
Or out of words
maybe a heavy heart
I don’t know what it is

I think of words
I want to write
but it gets all jumbled up
in my head
I put down these words
but all I am left with
is unfinished poetry

Every-time I think of something
it all comes back to you
nothing makes sense
when I read it out loud
it’s apt tho isn’t it?

Nothing made sense
between us too
friends to strangers
without being together

I want my poetry to be
about you
but what should I say?

How your smile
lit up my gloomy days?
Or
how your stories
made me wish I had
lived ‘em with you?
Or
how your dorky laugh
made my heart skip a
beat every single time?

In my mind,
I could go on and on
but penning it down
was the hardest

And every time
I reminisce these memories
I feel this void in
my heart
it feels like
a piece of me
is gone

There is an empty hollow
and the only way I know
to fill it
is by sipping on
your favourite poison

Cause only for
a couple of hours
the smell lingers
on my breath
making me feel
your presence again
bringing me out of the
nothingness I'm
trapped in

This poem
doesn't make sense,
does it?
it doesn't have to
because
nothing made sense
about him too
This poem isn't supposed to make sense.
based on personal experience,
something I needed to get off my chest.
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